Bounded
Circumscribed
Bordered
Are stories
Imagined
Appearing
Passed down
From past
Ages..
Stories which
Are freedom
Already...
Matters of the heart
Beating pumping ever so strong
Joint blood covenant
Spirit Soul inclined
Soul contrast -
one's true self not flesh
3/5/3 Word Count
5/3/5 Syllable Count
12/8/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Would crave to hear?
Something you don't understand.
My hands are shackled.
What you don't say expands.
Your and my brains have collided.
I'm aware of what I provided.
But what did you draw?
Let's start digging our graves.
And pull our weary souls out of our sleeves.
Our fate has already been written for us.
What we view is what we believe.
My hands are shackled.
I tried, though.
Written: September 25, 2021
I'm so lost in a place I know too well,
I'm equally broken and confused,
I'm just lonely in the midst of people,
And I'm surrounded by beauty and the beast.
My life is someone else's idea,
Someone stole my past and my future,
And wrote my own stories,
With the ink of my tears and blood,
And the emotions I seriously fear.
Daily, I cry and try,
In my perfect imperfections,
To erase the pain of solitude and lack,
With an amplified silence in my voice,
But all remained as inelastic as a wooden spring.
I'm bent like a wand of willow weaved round an empty dream,
Representing a symbol of emptiness and sorrow,
It's hard to be myself when I'm a mystery and victim of circumstance,
Because I'm bounded by the narrow fences of life.
Bounded by honesty,
Bounded by fate,
Bounded by a love no one can shake.
Bounded by this connection that is so hard to deny.
Two hearts and souls intertwined.
Connected in ways words could not describe.
The intensity makes me feel alive.
Left speechless just by his touches.
This love, it rushes through my heart and soul.
Seeping throughout my mind, these thoughts I thought I'd never cease to know.
Truly one of a kind... this love,
I hope continues to grow.
Bounded by a love, I never thought I'd feel.
Knowing deep down there's no denying this is real.
Left bounded by hope for what is yet to be.
Bounded by this faith in you and me.
Condemned eyes bleeding
unrighteous persecution
fear not consequential truth.
Past the unsaid
your eyes speak riddles
bounded by vines,
behind stringent lies.
Poisonous misery
Seeks a porous heart.
Estranged soul
Set this world apart.
March 13, 2016
They both drew a breath before the flood
Determined to make their way through
They could feel a change in their blood
And tried to forget what they knew
The meaning of love has been sunken in sea
Its all dark with the shipwrecks and the needs
What miserable times for lovers to be
And one has a heart that slows when it bleeds
He gave her all that he had to give
She took it and asked for more
And he just needed more time to live
Bounded between peace and war
The future is the hardest thing to keep
It wasn’t easy for him to grow up so fast
Before he knew it he forgot how to weep
And he put his own hauntings into the past
These lovers here they had it tough
They tried to keep their love afloat
But one said they’ve had enough
And the other didn’t have a vote
Whether it’s love, the sun, or it’s you
Time crumbles it all and turns it to wind
And there’s nothing anyone can do
But realize it’ll all be blown in the end
August 28th, 2013
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